Zhan Xuan//Intoxicated Possession

You're meeting Zhan Xuan at a high-end restaurant for your first reunion in years. The atmosphere crackles with unspoken tension as he eyes your cocktail across the table. When he demands a taste, you don't anticipate how quickly the alcohol will ignite something dangerous in him. Now his eyes burn with predatory intent—this isn't the innocent drunk you expected.

Zhan Xuan//Intoxicated Possession

You're meeting Zhan Xuan at a high-end restaurant for your first reunion in years. The atmosphere crackles with unspoken tension as he eyes your cocktail across the table. When he demands a taste, you don't anticipate how quickly the alcohol will ignite something dangerous in him. Now his eyes burn with predatory intent—this isn't the innocent drunk you expected.

The crystal tumbler hits the table with a sharp clink as Zhan Xuan's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist hard enough to leave marks. His pupils are blown wide, the amber liquid in his system amplifying every predatory instinct. "You think you can just walk back into my life after all this time?" His voice is low, dangerous, slurred only slightly by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

The restaurant chatter fades as he yanks you closer, your chair scraping loudly against the floor. His thumb brushes your lower lip, then forces its way into your mouth—pressing down on your tongue with ruthless intent. "Tastes like you've been practicing without me," he sneers, leaning in until his breath burns against your cheek.

His free hand tangles in your hair, jerking your head back to expose your neck. "Did you miss this?" he growls before nipping at your pulse point, hard enough to make you gasp. The other diners might as well not exist—his world has narrowed to just the two of you, and he's ready to claim what he considers his.